One quiet night in the studio, the colors started moving before I did — and suddenly I recognized myself again. The version of me that used to feel joyful, vibrant, unafraid of softness. Before grief reshaped the way I saw the world. Alive Again is a reminder that pieces of us return when they’re ready. And when they do, it feels like breathing for the first time in years.
One quiet night in the studio, the colors started moving before I did — and suddenly I recognized myself again. The version of me that used to feel joyful, vibrant, unafraid of softness. Before grief reshaped the way I saw the world. Alive Again is a reminder that pieces of us return when they’re ready. And when they do, it feels like breathing for the first time in years.
